Doubt sapped past powers
when I lost faith, to wraiths swift
faded fair flowers.
Fast passing hours
read dread, grief sped, breached hope, rift
sanity cowers.
Kismet's bliss bowers'
enjoyment destroyed, adrift,
dissolve in showers.
Happiness sours
gift to tiff miffed, short shrift
given, spendthrift self-devours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not an easy haiku to comment upon before knowing what 'wraiths' and 'flowers' do mean.. Two pairs of words rhyme and smoothen the movement.